Saturday, September 19, 2015


In the early morning,
I hear the sky
whispering secrets
To the sycamore tree.

The dawn light,
rosy and tender,
spills betwixt and between
the shivering leaves.

Sitting in the quiet house,
I feel the breeze
slip through the window screens
and those secrets
tickle my skin.

It would be good, I think,
to understand
what the sky whispered
to the sycamore.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you quiet moments.


Pom Pom said...

Beautiful. God be with you today, friend.

Out on the prairie said...

Maybe sharing a message from another sycamore.

Tessa~ Here there be musing said...


Aisling said...

And also with you. Thank you, Pom.

Aisling said...

Could very well be. We are north of the typical range for that message would have had to come afar. I will listen more closely next time to see if I can tell. ;)

Aisling said...

Thank you very kindly!